"Mrs. Genovese. Welcome," Ricardo said, rising from behind his desk the moment Bianca stepped into his office. His tone was polite, measured, and unmistakably formal.
Bianca paused just inside the doorway, taking in the space. She turned her gaze back to him, a faint smile curving her lips. "Come on, Ricardo. Mrs? Why so formal?"
Ricardo's expression remained neutral as he gestured toward the chair opposite his desk. "How may I help you?" he asked, ignoring the invitation to familiarity.
Bianca took a few steps forward. Dressed impeccably in a white three piece pant suit that balanced elegance with authority, she radiated the composed confidence expected of a Genovese wife. "I am here to make amends, Ricardo," she said finally. "I'm sorry about everything. I was driven by jealousy. Sue me. Any wife would do the same."
